I feel like such a fool. I heard the other day that there is no real Betty Crocker. She--I mean IT--was just made up by some advertising executive about a hundred years ago. Those pictures on the cake mix boxes? Invention! Those signatures on the cookbooks? Forgeries!
I feel so cheap and used. If there is no Betty Crocker then what about Duncan Hines? Uncle Ben? Marie Callender? Dick Cheney? Are they just made up, too?
How can anything be certain in a world made of diaphanous gossamer and gauzy mendacity?
I don't know what to do. I just don't know.
I think I have to run this by Dear Abby and see what she thinks.